A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs


Bishop lightly ran his fingers down his lover's thighs, taking in the soft cool skin beneath his fingertips. The air was laced with her arousal though his heightened sense of smell detected traces of his own. Their mouths were locked together in a heated battle as their tongues swept along the other, twisting and massaging in a desperate hunger.

Brooklyn locked her legs around her vampire's waist, drawing him closer to her. Her hands sought out the throbbing bulge, grinning into Bishop's mouth when he gasped at the gentle pressure cupping him. His hips bucked up and out, seeking more of the delicious touch of his vampire lover. Brooklyn obliged and tenderly rubbed his twitching cock through the khakis and cotton, knowing the sensations drove him mad with lust and desire. It was almost as if she had reawakened something that had long been dormant within his body, a feeling that Bishop craved whenever they were together. Perhaps it was the feathery touches that danced across his cold body or the sweet kisses she marked upon his naked flesh or even the powerful surge that coursed through their bodies as the sweet release enveloped them both.

But whatever it was neither one could deny it existed between them.

Bishop clumsily kicked the pants and boxers aside, feeling his rock solid cock twitch as it was freed from its agonizing constraints. Brooklyn gently curled her fingers around his member and steadily pumped him with swift short strokes of her hand. She watched his handsome features twisted and contorted at her wicked caresses as he threw his head back and thrusted his hips against the cool smooth circle of flesh. Droplets of precome slickened her fingers creating a heavenly friction that drew him closer to release. Bishop felt her grip slightly relax and grunted in displeasure but Brooklyn simply smiled as she cupped her lover's cheek. Bishop captured her open palm and gingerly kissed the tender skin.

"Not like this," she whispered.

"No," he shook his head. "I need to feel you."

Brooklyn felt his hands slide up and under her hips placing her in the center of the bed. Her body slipped deeper into the mattress as Bishop ripped her shirt and bra up and away, his fingers trembling as they fumbled with the hook. He growled, frustrated as the tiny latch refused to budge as he desired. Bishop fisted the cobalt lace and tore the strap apart, not caring that the expensive garment was ruined. His lips turned up into a victorious smile as now Brooklyn lay naked beneath him. Her smooth skin elicited a silvery glow in the faint moonlight as its thin fingers danced across the bed.

"So not fair," she pouted. Bishop leaned down and playfully nipped at her bottom lip.

"Then do something about it," he growled seductively.

Before the last word could pass his lips, the scratchy wool was halfway hiked up his body. Brooklyn tugged and giggled as he wiggled free then ripped apart the button shirt beneath. Her eyes took in the beauty of her lover's body as he hovered on the edge of the bed. Scars crossed his chest and torso, probably from battles waged long before her time. Bishop tilted his head in curiosity as Brooklyn reached out and traced her fingers along the raise reminders of his former life. Her eyes sparkled with fascination as they followed each one. He continued watching as Brooklyn leaned in and tenderly kissed each one, letting her lips linger before gliding them across his skin to the next.

Bishop sighed and leaned deeper against her, hungering for more. The feather touches were heaven to his body, making the vampire forget the world around him.

Brooklyn grinned at his silent begging and dipped her head further down his chest and abs. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, sweeping the droplets of precome that threatened to trickle down. Bishop shuddered and and fisted her copper tresses firmly in his hands as he thrusted his hips upward in a heated desperation. God that mouth! It was deliciously sinful the way her tongue tantalized and teased the thick pulsing vein while her teeth barely scraped along the top of his swollen cock.

Bishop didn't want it stop! He wanted no needed more! The vampire flipped their bodies around and impaled his fiery haired lover upon his rock hard member. Brooklyn gasped at the tight pressure that invaded her body, feeling the thick heat penetrating her.

"So beautiful," he caressed the side of her face. "And mine."

"Always," she heard herself say. Bishop swept his mouth over hers yearning to feel the raw emotions he so painfully craved for.

Their bodies rocked as one with swift gentle thrusts against the headboard. Bishop kissed and fondled her chest, paying careful attention to the erect buds that seemed to beckon him forth. He darted the tip of his tongue across each, hearing the sharp cries of pleasure ring in his ears. Brooklyn ground her hips harder against him in response to the tiny pinches. Bishop responded by grappling the firm globes of her ass and pulling her deeper on his cock.

"Bishop…." Brooklyn panted. She felt the head of his cock rubbing across the receptive spot deep within her body. Bishop detected the first hints of climax but didn't snap his hips as he always did with her. The vampire took her in his arms, tasting the salt and sex lacing her skin. Why wasn't he taking her like he always did? Rough and fast, the way they both liked it. But instead he was going…..slow and gentle with her. Still Bishop didn't fuck her or take her from behind and carried on with his careful thrusts.

"That's it," he cooed in her ear as the first shudders of climax washed over Brooklyn. The thick earthen scent invigorated his senses and fueled his soul. He reveled in the sensation of his lover's body coming all over his cock and thighs, marking him as hers and only hers.

Bishop peered up to see two tears rolling down her face as she got lost in the throes of climax. He tilted her chin and kissed each one away before her head rolled back and vision burst into a blinding light sending her soul to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy. Bishop offered pleasure that Brooklyn could never have dreamed of, especially as it came from him. He had tormented and nearly broken her spirit but now she was intertwined with him of her own accord and didn't look back.

Brooklyn felt the light brushing of her hair and smiled as the sharp fangs carefully pierced her neck and shoulder. Bishop welcomed the honey sweet ambrosia as it ran down his throat and lips then fanned throughout his being. His lower body coiled and constricted further with every thrust, losing the battle for release. Brooklyn felt her body clench around his cock, milking him closer to orgasm with the hot damp walls. For Bishop, it was like velvet that warmly embraced him, snug and perfect.

"Brook…." He called out in pain pleasure and love. His body succumbed and spilled into her waiting body with a powerful force. Brooklyn raked her nails across Bishop's back as the thick hot ropes coated every inch of her body's walls, sending the vampire into a frenzied tailspin of orgasm. Her hips slid up and down his softening cock as the second wave surged through her. She felt as if her heart had been lifted from the chains of darkness as her head started spinning and vision blurred. Bishop ran his hands along her back and listened to the sweet cries slowly grow silent. He continued to hold her until Brooklyn slumped against his body. Her head rested on his shoulder and closed her eyes, hoping the spinning would soon stop.

"I have you," he reassured her. "I will never let you go…Never."

"Promise?"

"I swear it," he meant every word. Brooklyn felt her world begin to steady and carefully opened her eyes. She felt safe in Bishop's arms as they were her shelter from the cruel cold world.

He gently lifted her from his body, hearing a tiny hiss of discomfort as his cock slipped from between her legs. Brooklyn stretched out on her side and watched as Bishop drew the comforter around them. She shifted her body across the mattress and into his open arms. They lovers curled up together beneath the blanket, content and at ease. Bishop carded his fingers through her hair as it was a sure way to lull Brooklyn to sleep. He watched her eyes grow heavy until they relented to slumber and found he enjoyed watching her sleep.

I'm sorry I just love looking at you…..

He remembered that day on the bench with fondness and heartache. He had been involved with a human, a nurse named Jane. She was beautiful, like Brooklyn, except Jane had the beauty of Garbo and Hayward. Brooklyn was a radiant exotic beauty, with a fire that burned brightly in her soul and refused to bow to anyone or anything. But still, Bishop had loved Jane and even wanted to propose but never got the chance.

I can't give her up…I won't

His refusal to the Dutch haunted his memories like a ghost. Bishop had chosen love over power but in the end, his true nature had won out.

But not this time!

Brooklyn was a vampire and Bishop would make it clear to the Dutch she was a valuable member to the clan. Was he willing to defy the Dutch if they frowned upon his choice? Would they force him to choose or worse…..give Brooklyn up?

Shaking the thoughts aside, Bishop returned his attention to Brooklyn and felt the smile cracking his lips. It was their time now, not the Dutch's or Aidan's or Marcus's!

"Goodnight," he whispered into her lips before pressing a gentle kiss upon them.

It was then Bishop felt it: He was falling for Brooklyn!

He curled around her with arms securely around her waist and inhaled her scent one last time before drifting off to sleep.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

This was tough to write!